Menagerie!

Menagerie!

My thoughts unspoken
lie bloody and broken
on the tapestry of my life.
As I lie there in bed
they spew from my head.
As I sulk, on a dark, damp night.
It’s always the same.
The faces and the names.
pushing them down deep inside.
For if I allow it
a spark may ignite,
leaving me fit to be tied.
And so, I concede.
that it’s not them, but me.
That’s suddenly gone awry!